Stag and Doe
When a doe stands with her fawn in a big wood or field
She does not know what foe might betake her.
She stands strong and stays alert
And maintains their lives without stir.
When a stag enters a stream or lake
He approaches with caution learned or found
The lake and surround appear serene, calm,
Yet danger appears without sound.
What to do if danger apears:
Flee, fight, persevere.
What to do if strength fails:
Hide, blend, respite there.
All is well if creatures are fed and cared for,
If we have love and stability,
For none know, any more than the doe or stag,
When the foe will reappear.
So little control in nature--
Urban, rural, or forested,
So little control in life
Thought otherwise assured.
The battle does rage from time to time;
Let respite and solace also ensue.
That's how life does progress
Even as predators pursue.
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